Mark your timeline with things that are clear
For you to hold close and to be to me so dear
I remember an old Aunt taking me by the hand
And buying a pie from a Port Adelaide food caravan
I remember ringing the school bell for the end
Of the lesson times feeling so proud no need to pretend
I remember falling off my bike and hitting the ground
When scabby knees were mine to be found
I remember the kiss of my father on my cheek
And the feel of his face in joy so complete
I remember riding my bike in the Summer sun
Freedom and happiness was what was won
A childhood of joy and happiness for us all
No need for a lot of money or possessions in our call.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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